Monster Factory

Liang Wenjing wanted to flirt with his little cousin, and the cousin was distracted.

She sighed deeply and learned her cousin, beginning to carefully gauge the man on the bow.

It was a slightly elevated figure. According to Liang Wenjing's understanding, the man had no sense of being a businessman at all.

Careers tend to be the backbone of a man's life, and some men are willing to bow to their knees, some are willing to become reckless, and others are desperate for careers.

He didn't.

In addition to being approachable, he also has a sense of self-confidence, accompanied by self-confidence, which is characteristic of that age range.

In her pocket eyes, this back shadow gives her another feeling. It seems that if Ye Qing changed her long shirt, she would definitely be a jade tree in the wind. The green shirt is highly criticized.

“Grunting ~”

Without placing his heart on the rudder, White Hood accidentally crashed the painting onto another boat.

Ye Qing dragged the wooden railing, took a lot of effort to rebalance it, and gave the newly condensed air field a clean and clean shake.

Grabbing his little mouth in his arms means he didn't mean it.

“I'm sorry, two friends.” Ye Qing was laughed at in a handkerchief. The two people on the boat shouted.

Opposite the boat should be a couple, and the rowing lad would have stood up and prepared the theory. As soon as I saw the painting, I sat in a white coat and seemed to be a fairy white pocket in the rain. The expression immediately turned 360 degrees.

“Ha-ha-ha. It's okay. It's also our fault we didn't notice.” The young man scratched his head and looked at his girlfriend in vain.

The boat took off, and he picked up the map in his pocket. He asked Ye Qing and his cousin very innocently, where is this?

This question was unanswered. Ye Qing looked at the small bridge next to him and there was also a handmade sauce workshop on the bridge whose name could not be found on the map.

“Whatever. Let's go ashore for a while and navigate back later.” Ye Qing took over the rudder and stopped the painting at Qingshi Pier.

This should be a river that has not been commercially developed, because there are no shops at all, apart from a sauce factory and a small shop that doesn't even have a sign, and there's nothing left to find.

Ye Qing led the two people to wander around on the bluestone road, the scenery is beautiful here, and there are many historic stone stools, ancient wells and other small objects, walking and playing, crossing several bridges, and circling an alley, a pond full of flowers appeared in front of the three of them.

The pond connected the waterway and docked a 15-metre-long white painting.

There are two ancient wine tables in the painting, bamboo-rooted, standing on the shore and even smelling a hint of wine.

A man with a bronze hue is squatting on the bow and picking leaves with a special bamboo pole. Ye Qing came and asked him if he had any food on board.

“Yes!” the man grabbed a basket of linen from the side, filled with fish fluttering.

“The basket is filled with flower fish from Lake Bailidian and baskets filled with prawns and crabs. The vegetables are also a specialty of Yongshan Lake and are now picked for sautéing. ”

With a light aroma, Ye Qing can obviously hear his pockets swallowing water.

Painting and chatting with the owner of the boat, he learned that his long painting is quite famous in Jinxi town, relying on ancestral fishing craft and private room dishes, even some owners of the county entertain guests, like to bring here the characteristic lake flavour of Yongshan Lake.

Due to the rain today, no one booked, the owner drove the painting home, and eventually met Ye Qing, a lost tourist.

Playing wild ecology these days is like playing with money, flushing the wild cauliflower fish in the basket, I'm afraid it takes a thousand to put on the table.

If the average tourist asks, the owner must say that the painting is not open to the outside world.

A meal of seemingly ordinary water-country flavors will cost you thousands. If you encounter an unknown visitor, you may not take photos online and give Jinxi Township the title of a tourist who likes to slaughter.

Unlike the one in front of him, the owner should look up at Ye Qing even if he neglects his worthy head than the painting.

How many men have the capital, how many wonderful women stand beside them. This capital is not just about money, it can be about other things. Anyway, the owner has been picking up guests for seven or eight years and has not seen a fairy yet, willing to put up a useless man.

Three guests were invited to sit down and the owner shouted at a small, open-door, brick courtyard by the pond.

When the painting starts, there are two more helpers, the wife and daughter of the owner of the boat, in the rear kitchen separated by a solid wood screen.

Don't look at the owner of the boat's five big three thick, but the girls do have a lot of spirituality. Typically, Jiangnan Shui Xiang Girl, the shabby body, the small family's classic goose egg face.

Of course ~

Human beauty is human beauty, in this environment, even if the evil and unforgiving gangsters come, there will not be much thought.

Otherwise, the owners of the five big three coarse boats will definitely use the fishcutting knife in their hands to let the bastards of the daring and thin beauty see what it means to fight the waves of Bailidian Lake.

“Three guests, what do you want for lunch?” The little girl has a menu and a pot of homemade rice wine: “We can prepare the lake food by number of people without worrying about eating too much. ”

Ye Qing looked up and smiled: “Then prepare a little bit of handiwork each way. ”

After a moment, the painting wandered into Bibo's endless Lake of Yongshan.

The owner stood at the stern of the boat and every time he went down, he harvested a few fresh fish, and he picked one out of them, and the rest was thrown back into the lake.

If a knowledgeable old jockey sits here, he can't help but say hello to the boat owner.

Not because of the act of release, but because of the fish he picked out, all according to the age of the fish, the best one.

Through a sand continent, the owners jumped on the sand and picked some of the most delicious wild vegetables of the season.

Fresh steamed flowers, white water lake knife, braised green fish, garlic mushroom shrimp, sauce lake crab, crispy sautéed white, plucked lotus...

A lake flavour is served to the table, fish knife handled first-rate, with a variety of aquatic wild vegetables, even the smell can feel overflowing and delightful.

“Nice work.” Ye Qing praised.

From these fine dishes, it is easy to see the strict cooking style of the owners and the meticulous perfection of their cooking.

The flavour is equally amazing, even the picked lotus is extremely refreshing and delicious.

Those loafs that were harvested before were also useful, and three different varieties of fish were washed from childhood into the belly of the fish and then wrapped in loafs into the charcoal fires to warm up.

Lotus leaves open that flavor, the scent almost makes Ye Qing can't hold.

Human beauty ~ delicious ~ scenic beauty, accompanied by sand and rain curtain, Ye Qing doesn't even intend to drive later, one glass of rice wine and then belly down. Drunk and drunk, pull the cow out as a driver.

Her eyes blinked slightly in her pockets, her cheeks fluttered red, the same glass of rice wine at the entrance, and she didn't seem to worry about what someone would do when she got drunk.

A gentle cellular ringtone broke the scene like a poem.

It's a handheld cell phone ringtone.

He stuck out his tongue in his pocket and said it was from Liu Yun, the chief of the station.

“Are you on your way back? ”

“No... No, the cameraman and the mechanic probably won't be back till tomorrow. I'll be back in the car at 2: 00 p.m.” The pockets are a bit of alcohol and the lust is reddish.

“Don't come back yet, it's raining heavily in Zhongyun.” Chief Liu Yun's voice was exhausted and he looked very upset.

Ye Qing's phone rang, and Kongtao, the company's sales manager, brought the same news, saying that the storm outside was now spraying like a fire hydrant.

Kongtao was worried and told Ye Qing that he could see through the office window that the foundation pits of the site had been flooded in half. Should we let the employees rush to fetch water?

Ye Qingjin said no as usual.

When Zhongyun's highest building, Tianfeng Building, was built, the foundation pit was in crisis due to similar circumstances.

But it was someone else's foundation pit, and the foundation pit around the building was fixed with steel plates, and the knife wouldn't collapse.

The base of the pile hasn't started yet. What if it's all drowned?

When the rain stops, pump the water out. Just before, in response to the chemical company that dared to talk about sewage discharge in Longxi, the monsters built a super strong ultra-high pressure pump.